[ She presses her finger to his lips, and it's a good thing, or he might've gone on in that fashion for awhile yet. You'd think by now, with everything that's happened between them, he wouldn't be nervous about something so simple, and yet here he is, charting unfamiliar waters once again. If nothing else, at least she can tease him for how hopelessly sentimental he is, and that wouldn't be so bad. It'd still get her to smile, one way or the other.
So after a moment, a smile that's somehow fond and nervous and exhausted all at once settling onto his face, he reaches into his pocket with one hand and takes her hers in his with the other. ]
We've had some...pretty incredible times together, haven't we? I mean - that barely even covers it. Since I met you, you always make me so happy, and when we started dating, you made me happy in a way I...never thought I would be.
[ Bear with him. He's leading up to something. He pulls his hand out of his pocket and presses something small and cool to the touch into the palm of her hand. He doesn't pull his hand away just yet, so she can't see what it is. ]
I can't even imagine how hard these last couple of weeks have been for you. [ And since he's being so painfully candid, he lets his voice waver, because gods, it's been hard, so hard, to watch her suffer. ] First it's attacking your body, and now, it's getting into your head, and...it sucks. It really, really, sucks.
[ His hands, still both holding hers, squeeze gently, and he can't keep a tear from rolling down his cheek. ]
So...I wanted to give you something that c-could help you...remember the good ol' days, when it's not so easy to do on your own. In case you need to...you know. Jog the memory.
[ And finally, he pulls his hand back so she'll be able to see what he's set in her palm. It's a locket, simple, brushed silver in the shape of a heart, because of course he couldn't resist something so sweetly cliche as that. Should she open it, she'll find a picture of the two of them, smiling and unfettered and happy in such a pure, unfiltered way. Maybe sometime soon, they'll be able to smile again like that, but until then...
She'll have this to look upon. ]
I know it's not...all that, but I thought...it might help a little.
no subject
So after a moment, a smile that's somehow fond and nervous and exhausted all at once settling onto his face, he reaches into his pocket with one hand and takes her hers in his with the other. ]
We've had some...pretty incredible times together, haven't we? I mean - that barely even covers it. Since I met you, you always make me so happy, and when we started dating, you made me happy in a way I...never thought I would be.
[ Bear with him. He's leading up to something. He pulls his hand out of his pocket and presses something small and cool to the touch into the palm of her hand. He doesn't pull his hand away just yet, so she can't see what it is. ]
I can't even imagine how hard these last couple of weeks have been for you. [ And since he's being so painfully candid, he lets his voice waver, because gods, it's been hard, so hard, to watch her suffer. ] First it's attacking your body, and now, it's getting into your head, and...it sucks. It really, really, sucks.
[ His hands, still both holding hers, squeeze gently, and he can't keep a tear from rolling down his cheek. ]
So...I wanted to give you something that c-could help you...remember the good ol' days, when it's not so easy to do on your own. In case you need to...you know. Jog the memory.
[ And finally, he pulls his hand back so she'll be able to see what he's set in her palm. It's a locket, simple, brushed silver in the shape of a heart, because of course he couldn't resist something so sweetly cliche as that. Should she open it, she'll find a picture of the two of them, smiling and unfettered and happy in such a pure, unfiltered way. Maybe sometime soon, they'll be able to smile again like that, but until then...
She'll have this to look upon. ]
I know it's not...all that, but I thought...it might help a little.